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| Day 3, going strong |
OK, I'm still doing good. I'm more then half way to drunk and I've been alone most of the day, both of which are hurdles for me to overcome if I'm ever going to beat this frigging BP without any medication.
I can't tell you if I'm doing so well because of the beer or in spite of it. I suspect it's in spite of it since it's a depressant.
ANtway, I'm feeling good. I'm starting to get bored, hence I'm typing this. Nothing on TV except dirty dancing and that wore itself out years ago. Certain parts still get to me (Most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling for the rest of my whole life... the way I feel when I'm with you) that's a for instance since I know that fear, I've experienced it and fairly recently too. But for the most part the movie's old hat, it was old hat when it was new. Gotta love Patrick Swayze though, always did, always will, especially in Roadhouse.
My daughter's mostly moved into her 2nd apartment now. She still needs to get a couple of beds for the kids (she has one but she has 3 kids to think of since she has her stepson) and a bed for her. She has a kitchen set and a couch and a couple of end tables. She's got curtains though, silverware and dishes, pots and pans, nick nacks and some shelves to put them on and an entertainment center. She still needs a tv though and a stereo if she wants one. I helped carry her couch down from my other daughter's place. Boy let me tell you have I ever gotten weak and/or out of shape. I really have to start working out again. We have a gym, why not? I dunno, laziness I guess.
That's why I've been alone almost all day. After helping carry the couch down I decided I wasn't needed anymore and came on home. My wife decided to stay. So it was my choice to be alone, a choice made while fully cognizant of the usual repercussions of me being alone. I decided to push my luck and really test out my ability to deal without the pills. It may still be too soon to actually tell since this is only the 3rd day on half rations but I'm pleased that I seem to be doing well.
Then I really pushed the envelope and stopped and got an 18 pack on the way home. I know that's really pushing my luck but I've missed my beer. So far I've had 5 beers and I'm still feeling good. Only thing is it's starting to get dark outside, already. (It's only 20 mins of 5 come on!). That's a 3rd curve ball thrown into the mix, one I did not foresee. I hope the hell it's not the straw that broke the camel's back. I frigging hate the dark, especially when it happens so early.
Oh well, that's enough here. Let me get back to that danged dirty dancing.
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Posted by Tony51203 on 2009-11-07 16:47:47 | Rating: | Views: 15
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